Showing posts with label 1944-02-17. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 1944-02-17. Show all posts

Friday, May 8, 2015

Placed Ads

Thursday 17 February 1944, 1615
Dearest,
     Hello my Sweet this is me again. Nothing new, nothing exciting.  Couldn't go to the movie last night; I had already seen it. Tonight they are showing "Jane Eyre" so again I won't go. Some fun!
    Went down and placed the ads at noon. Who knows?  Maybe by Monday I'll have some good news.
     We are still working pretty hard here. A new man is expected within a week.  He is a full Lieutenant, so he should be able to ease up the load considerably.  No letter from you today.  Guess I'll get one tomorrow.
     How are you feeling now, any better? I hope your Mother has completely recovered.
     It sure will be nice when we are down here all together.  With nicer weather coming on and longer days we'll have lots of fun together.
     'Til tomorrow night when I'll give you my love personally.
Your husband,
Gil

Gil










Thursday, May 7, 2015

Ears Set Out


Thursday 17 February 1944
Dearest Wife,
     It's 3:15 and no more patients--ain't that too bad.  A new man reported in Monday, so a few of us got together and went into town for a couple of drinks last night.
     This morning this place was like a morgue so I went to the barber shop and had my "ears set out."  It poured from 10:30 to 11:30 and then cleared off, so we were able to play some volley ball at noon as usual.
     Got a letter from Ethel L. and Debby.  Nothing important from Debby, just that they had a way home but would ride back with me Sunday.  Ethel is upset because "Doc" was reclassified 1A, but such is life.
     Only received one letter from you this week.  You must be slipping or maybe you're pretty busy, but I'll forgive you.  Am going to phone you tonight, so adios my Sweet, with kisses to Linda and Norma.
The best diddle you ever had,
Gil

 Debby